Friday, March 13, 2009

It’s Friday night, the night my
husband runs ambulance from 6 to 11. The night that I do things with
girlfriends, catch up on house work, or have have me nights. When plans
with one of my girlfriends fell thru, I started a list of things I
wanted to do tonight.

Work on a dress I’m sewing for my sister

Clean the house top to bottom

Catch up on all the laundry

Do baking

Clean the kitchen spic and span

Organizing paperwork/bills/receipts

Catch up with some work on our budget

But none of that happened…. Instead, this list is more like it.

Get
a call from my husband at 5:10. he says he’s gonna run a brush fire
call, and I might have to bring his uniform up to the ambulance station,
cause it will be cutting it close for him to be on at 6

Hear on the scanner that it is no longer a brush fire, but a building (shed)

Hear ambulance on location ask for the second ambulance to respond class three for an injured firefighter

get
a certain feeling, that the injured firefighter is my husband. Two
seconds later, hear my phone ring, its my husband, he confirms he is
that firefighter

stop all cooking/ supper prep, get ready to head to the ER with my in-laws

get to the ER, find my husband, who is in significant right knee pain

sit and wait for them to do xrays

hear the news that nothing is broken, but possibly torn or badly sprained

we go to the doctor Monday for further instructions

get
dropped off at the the hall, help my husband in the passenger seat, and
I drive us home in HIS truck (it’s a big scary truck)

try to situate my uncomfortable immobilized husband on the sofa

Basically
the story as best I can tell, the shed is burning as are some pine
trees next to it. He looks up, and the electrical wires running above
his head are also burning. He twists to turn and get out from under
them, his knee goes out, and he goes down. Next thing he knows, a cop
and three firefighters are hauling him away from the fire, to the
ambulance, where they convince him to go in and get it checked out.now
he’s sleeping here beside me, and I’m grateful for all the bad things
that didn’t happen at that scene, that could have me sitting next to him
in the hospital instead.